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Do not kill the messenger.

The Push people also have this tradition.

Althea ordered Clark and his party to be driven out of the city.

outside the city.

Clark, who was surrounded by more than a dozen followers, stared at Cannes coldly, "Soon, this ancient city will be turned into ruins under the baptism of missiles and aerial bombs."

Several people behind Clark nodded with deep understanding.

into the night.

Althea returned to her residence, sat in front of the dressing table, took off her gorgeous headdress, took off her veil, and rubbed her temples tiredly.

As a tribal leader, you have too many things to worry about.

She finally understood why her father had aged so quickly in recent years.

"are you tired?"

A magnetic voice sounded from the door.

"It's okay." Aisia turned around and saw Chen Hao slowly walking into the room, feeling happy but a little nervous.

In less than a week, he went from enemy to lover.

Althea looked at Chen Hao with mixed feelings.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. Come here tonight to say goodbye to you." Chen Hao said his intention.

"Are you going to leave me?" Althea was anxious and had no time to think about it. Regardless of the fact that the wedding between the two of them had not yet held, she stood up and threw herself into Chen Hao's arms.

She hugged Chen Hao tightly, her reluctance, attachment, grievance, and weakness all revealed at this moment.

"I'm not leaving you, I'm going to help you solve a big problem." When Chen Hao said the last word, a murderous intent flashed through his deep black eyes.

"What's the big trouble?" Aishwarya asked subconsciously.

"Hazar, and his most capable men." Chen Hao has been studying the Northern Alliance carefully these days.

In the eyes of the world, Hazare is an excellent leader whose personal charisma, appeal, and military talent are unmatched by ordinary people.

Because of this, Hazare is also the fatal weakness of the Northern Alliance in Chen Hao's eyes.

An organization that relies on the leadership of a super leader to rise is more likely to collapse once it loses this leader.

There are countless examples of this, both at home and abroad, from large countries to small companies.

The Northern Alliance is more like a joint-stock company. The more than twenty warlords and tribal leaders who have united around Khazar are the shareholders.

After Hazare's death, these people must have fought among themselves.

"Thank you for avenging my father..." Althea raised her face, kissed Chen Hao, and said uncontrollably: "Just stay at my place for the night."

"This……"

Chen Hao stared at Althea's beautiful face, feeling the tenderness of this alluring beauty, his blood boiled, and his desire for possession suddenly increased.

I haven't been so impulsive in a long time.

Was something really supposed to happen?

While Chen Hao was thinking wildly, he was pulled to the bedside by Aisiya.

Before dawn.

Chen Hao stepped out of bed lightly, looked back at Althea who was curled up in the quilt, and left quietly.

Althea opened her eyes, and a happy smile appeared on her face. She was completely relieved that she and Chen Hao were married.

Big boss.

Future female president.

For Althea, who has fallen in love, being a Chen Hao woman is far less important.

………………

Three hundred miles away from Cannes in the mountains, on a bumpy road, tanks, armored vehicles, trucks, and Humvee military vehicles are one after another, with no end in sight.

Almost every truck pulled a howitzer.

Although the soldiers sitting in the truck were chatting and laughing casually, under the M-style military uniforms of the same color, they seemed to be stronger than all the tribal armed forces in the country.

In the sky.

Multiple armed helicopters circled on alert.

On the right side of the road, dozens of men in military uniforms stood on the hillside, as if inspecting passing tanks, armored vehicles, and military vehicles.

The leading man is Hazare, the leader of the Northern Alliance.

Hazare put his hands on his hips and looked high-spirited.

"This time we have mobilized the eight most elite brigades. All the equipment provided by the M people are distributed to these eight brigades. With the air support of the M army, the Push people will never be able to stop them."

The burly man standing on the right side of Hazare was full of confidence.

"How long does it take to get to Hecheng?"

Hazare asked the people around him expressionlessly.

"We should be able to reach Hecheng in the evening."

One person immediately responded to Hazare.

"Notify the vanguard troops to establish a headquarters for me in Hecheng." Hazare ordered, and his confidants said yes in awe.

Hecheng.

The third largest city in the country.

Before sunset, Hazare arrived here and looked at the devastated Hecheng, smiling with satisfaction.

This was once the home base of the extreme resistance faction, and it was also a strategic location and important town controlled by the Push tribe for hundreds of years.

Last year, this city was bombed by the US Air Force.

In order to avoid irritating Massoud, the M Army's encirclement and suppression of Pushkin resistance forces stopped in this city.

Hazare was depressed about this for a long time.

Now the people of M country support him in sending troops.

Take the south and make the Push tribe surrender.

All this is just around the corner, of course he is happy.

It got completely dark.

Khazar's guards installed searchlights at more than ten commanding heights in Hecheng, and beams of light illuminated the ground.

The air-raid shelter built by the E people in Hecheng twenty years ago became Hazare's headquarters.

To the right of the air raid shelter entrance.

The ruins formed after a bombed building looked like a hill. Dozens of soldiers sat or stood on the ruins, chatting and smoking, leisurely.

Snipers are lurking in the surrounding houses or ruins, and booby traps and fire points are set up to prevent enemies from approaching the entrance to the headquarters.

On the ruins of a hill, an officer took out a small bottle of liquor from his coat pocket, drank it himself, and then shared it with others.

The people who drank the wine all smiled and nodded, chattering something, as if they were praising the wine, but it was not that these people were deliberately flattering.

Even if the Northern Alliance has the support of the M people, it is difficult for ordinary soldiers to drink good wine.

Not far away, the sentry smoking a cigarette unexpectedly spotted a person appearing in front of him. This person was wearing a black hooded cloak and a mask.

The man holding the cigarette quickly spit out the smoke, pointed at the lonely man standing in the distance, and asked his companion who was playing with the spear next to him, "Who is that person?"

This guy who was sitting on the ruins playing with a spear squinted his eyes and was shocked. He stood up in a hurry and aimed his gun at the figure in the distance.

Others reacted one after another and stared in surprise.

The man who looked like the leader frowned, holding a wine bottle in one hand and pressing forward with the other hand. Dozens of people understood this action and rushed down the ruins to surround the visitor.

The person who came... was none other than Chen Hao.

The layers of defense surrounding Zahar's temporary headquarters could not stop Chen Hao at all.

The soldiers who gathered around looked at Chen Hao's unique costume and immediately remembered some recent rumors about the arrival of God's messengers to the Push tribe.

Some people showed awe.

Some people are at a loss.

Most people still fiercely aimed their guns at Chen Hao.

The leader standing proudly on top of the ruins waved his hand, and four soldiers approached Chen Hao with guns raised, looking like they wanted to capture him alive.

Chen Hao moved forward, bringing with him a fierce murderous aura.

The few wild dogs that were throwing food at the edge of the ruins had their hair standing on end, tails between their legs, and fled in panic.

Their sense of danger is much sharper than humans.